A/N: Happy Spring Break! I got off a little early and decided to update… Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own iCarly! Seddie would've already happened if I did! XD
FPOV:
We're in an unfamiliar street now, and I'm regretting following her. What if she catches me and never returns to the sessions? What if what she said is true?
The Corvette stops and turns into a small, shabby house. I frown. There is no possible way she lives here, I think. She steps out of the car and turns, staring into the sky. She shakes her head and walks inside the house. I notice there isn't another car in the driveway. They share a car? That explains why the car seems like it's something a guy would drive.
I find myself getting out my own car and stepping into the night. It's kind of chilly, fitting for my stalking self. I walk to her house, peeking into the window. What I'm I doing? I'm such a creep! She's sitting down into a couch, turning the TV on. She flips through channels, and turns the TV off. She stands up and sighs.
"What I'm I going to do?" she asks herself. "I mean, my flight, it's scheduled for two days and there's plenty of things I need to say," she's pacing now, rubbing her temples.
Fear creeps into my chest, squeezing the air out of me. She's leaving? If I can barely stand her being gone for a couple of days, what will I do if she leaves… forever?
No. I won't let her leave. Especially if she's got things to say. In the heat of the moment, I'm walking to her door, knocking.
She's opening the door now, and I'm snapping back from my trance. I'm frozen, as she sees me, her eyes widening.
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"What are you doing here?" she breathes.
I gulp. "You- you've got some things to say?" I studder, and she just stares.
After a long time, she winces, and says, "Yes, I do. I have lots of things to say."
I'm feeling nauseous, sick to my stomach.
"And what about your fiancé?" I ask, nervous he'll step in at any moment.
Samantha looks down.
"He's not real."
"What?" I say shocked. Then anger steps in. She lied to me. I'm practically falling apart for her and she lied to me? And then I realize something. If she's not engaged, that means-
"Samantha, what's your real last name?" I say, anger boiling in my blood.
She winces, and looks down. Her face is drained, and she looks as if what she will say will kill her.
"Puckett." she replies, and I gasp.
No. It can't be.
A/N: Da da da daaaaa! Cliff hanger! Sorry! Will update soon through! Happy Spring Break! :D
